The Burn of Karaoke

Last night was a victory.  I am in a heightened state of awareness that actually feels like complete fatigue and, at the same time, cluelessness.  I feel like I should be scared, but maybe I took out the threat with ease.  It is a mind scape, at karaoke down the street.  I escape that space by not speaking Spanish.  I also do not take LSD, and I don't gossip about the community.  I sat quietly and sang two songs ("You Are the Reason" and "Travelin Soldier").  I walked away and a multitude of cop cars ran past me with lights and sirens blazing, at an advanced rate of speed.  I have never seen that many cops running a route before.  The bus did not come for about an hour.  When it did, I could feel the hands of The Line Deputy in its arrival.  Everything is calm today.  I got some sleep and now I find some time to write.  Special police were part of the affair, and the vicinity stayed consistent.  It is time for the owners of the wagging tongues to pay.  It is far more than just gossip.  Well, I just stay the course, and finally, I will be seen as the person and being that I am.  The hell that you all are creating for yourselves is infinite.  Maybe you ladies don't like that I am so outspoken about saying that molestation of men and children is outright EVIL.  Sin is in the air there, and now children can't be there at all.  Maybe a well fare check on these Latino bulldyke lesbian's would be a good idea.  Are they still alive at all?  I am getting telepathic communication that many governmental figures and high law enforcement personnel are now aware of the massive threat that a publicly and consistently meeting group of Latinos creates.  Being unchecked in their verbalizations makes them endless Wiccan worse.  They had a fake birthday party that took up all of the tables in the front and middle part of the bar.  They have been stalking the whole time.  I do remember that I went there the first time on my birthday 3 years ago.  They were so desperate to get to me, but I did not even pick it up until right now.  I like my privacy.  That group drains me.  They ask me to sit with them all the time, and come up and hug me.  I just go with the flow.  The owner sat at the end of the bar, near me, and watched the whole disgrace play out.  I had a full week of birthday activities and was with the most powerful people on the planet for my birthday, eating a meal that I chose.  It was all complimentary and fruitful.  Well, I have fought to keep the building from burning down, but it may go up any day, and then penitentiary is the only place you can go.  It is not a joke, Mr. Trump, the hubris these individuals display and the lies they tell so publicly, when illegal is the alien that THEY are, not E.T. like me, is amazing and disgusting morally at the same time.